Watercolor / Black stone – 6,10 x 8,66 inch – Unique work

Ellen is thrilled to walk on this mere stone bridge that connects Eilean Donan Castle to the continent. She now overlooks Loch Duich. No raids of vikings in sight, nor pirates of the west islands.

She left London on the spur of the moment, or rather, as a result of a love disappointment, again. She needed to refresh, to find herself on the land of her ancestors, the MacRae clan. Those who, at the beginning of the 20th century, renovated this 13th century building. She is really looking forward to entering this sanctuary and feasting on its story, its legends perhaps?

As Ellen crosses the heavy door on the forecourt, she feels like a presence behind her back, a slight, imperceptible breath on her neck. She turns around … nothing, nobody. The tourist season has long passed now, the month of November is always so quiet. No wonder, the weather is so bad. From now on, fog and rain will take over.

She pays for her entrance ticket, goes up the stairs … And off she goes for a tremendous and funny step backward. Ellen leans over the windows, looks at the magnificent view. Her imagination begins to take over. She closes her eyes and suddenly finds herself immersed in the middle of the Middle Ages surrounded by men armed with swords staring at her strangely. She takes a look at her outfit and finds that she hadn’t changed clothes. She is still wearing her jeans, her fuchsia pink girly t-shirt, her sneakers and her white and blue striped sailor sweater. Apparently, it is a true anachronistic outfit. She hates being noticed.

She decides to change rooms, and moreover zone so as not to attract too much attention. She feels more surprised than scared. She is desperately looking for a woman. She finds none. She walks fast, wanders from one place to another, hides behind big stones. She feels a hand seize her shoulder violently. She tries to avoid the grip, in vain. The hold is too strong to get rid of it. The man screams words she doesn’t understand. She never learned Gaelic. He lifts her from the ground and takes her somewhere …

Petrified, Ellen doesn’t even dare to answer the call of her name!